When CH first approached me about the possibility of moving overseas he did so with his tail between his legs.

Moving overseas has been something I have been passionate about doing for a long time. I had tried to feed this idea to CH over the years in some subtle (daydreaming out loud about my favourite international destinations) and some not so subtle ways (Opening a savings account called ‘Moving Overseas’ – there weren’t many pennies that found their way into this account!) No matter how I tried to persuade CH to move overseas, he would always respond with some dismal excuse about it not being the right time, we can’t afford it etc etc.

So I can’t imagine what went through his mind when the team he was riding for offered him the opportunity to ride overseas, which in turn meant a move overseas. After years of rejecting the idea, he now had to come and sell it to me, but in the context of cycling!

As he broached the subject a wicked grin flashed across my face, as I saw the potential in this situation – Do I make him suffer? How much should I make him beg? Luckily for him, I was feeling generous that day (and very excited about the prospect of exploring a new country) that I let it slide………………for now anyway.

Some marriage advice........

As CH and I sorted through all of our belongings in preparation for our big move to Germany I came across a stash of cards from our wedding. Among them I found this little gem and just had to share it.

If only we had taken this advice......................

Wandering Eyes

CH tagged along to a gym class the other night, which I attend with a few friends. As we were chatting outside the gym afterwards, my friend notices that CH’s attention is wavering and his gaze keeps wandering to something behind him. Assuming there must be an attractive sort walking by, my friend continues the conversation, whilst he subtly turns to check her out, only there are no people behind him at all. He turns back to our conversation, looks at Chris and say ‘It’s the bikes  isn’t it? Usually if a guy is distracted from a conversation and is watching something behind, I assume there is a gorgeous woman to look at, but I turned around, and there were just bikes, rows and rows of them. That’s what you are looking at isn’t it?'

CH had to confess that, in fact he wasn't checking out a good looking bird walking past, but the bikes. I guess I have nothing to worry about then?